The journalists below the stage all pricked up their ears, fully concentrated. Each was armed with a recording pen, a video recorder or a microphone, preparing to ask questions. All of them seemed determined to secure the most exciting, sensational news of the day.
Old Master Xiao surveyed the journalists below the stage with a stern face. His sharp eyes were as piercing as a knife, causing a sudden chill in those journalists who met his gaze. Inwardly, they marvelled, "This former President still wields his power with vigour despite his age!"
Old Master Xiao spoke with a mournful tone, "I believe that all our friends here are already aware of the tragedy that happened not long ago. Our President was attacked by an evil force and is now fighting for his life."
"Our brave Royal Guard Team sacrificed fifteen of their own in a bid to protect our President, and an innocent passerby also lost their life."
